Next Wave Festival 2012

Next Wave Festival, 2012, May 19 - 27, Melbourne, Australia

Part 2

377. Cook a sausage in your landlord’s exhaust pipe.

I’m sipping an unusually flavoured beer labelled ‘Meta Tonic’, on the roof garden of Dear Patti Smith, an artist-lead space in fashionable Fitzroy. There’s work by Monte Massi and Creo Nova (duo Benjamin Kolaitis and Alex Cuffe). The latter are responsible for a plant encaged by a geometric bamboo structure, fitted with various wires and speakers, crocodile clips grip the leaves of a succulent plant, if you move the clips and press your fingers on the leaves a range of sounds emerge, the plant has been adapted, becoming an interactive instrument affected by your own electro-magnetism, emitting sound when pressure was put on the leaves. Eerily lit, alien and enigmatic, evocative of sci-fi films such as Silent Running, the DIY aesthetic, allusions to unarticulated ecological concerns and an unidentifiable mysticism overlay to compelling effect. This playful inscrutability goes down well with the beer I’m swigging, also the produce of Creo Nova. ‘Meta Tonic’ was made with help from a local microbrewery, the drink has been flavoured with a concoction of various organic herbal and fruity stimulants, including coffee and orange rind. My third Creo Nova experience was earlier in the week, Our Magic Hour, a steamboat cruise embarking from Marrablong River, eventually reaching the docklands. It was soundscaped by a combination of the live mixing on board the boat, sounds relayed from speakers near the engine and various tubes that became odd sirens when manually whirled by the artists as they walked back and forth along the deck creating an abstract gargle of tones. Effective because of its openness, Creo Nova’s offering of light touch, more ‘in-and-out ‘modes of experiencing work, undemanding of, or needing, compulsive and singular attention, allowed a meshing with the city’s environment itself. This emphasis on shifting and multiple positions and perspectives was exemplified by another river orientated work, Dan Koop’s A boat, a ship, the bridge, the shore. Experiencing Melbourne from the Yarra River, places you at one of its physically lowest points, slicing through it while it looms over you, all the while opening itself up with images unlikely to be featured on postcards: the shipping containers peppered with logos from all of the world, glimpses through the windows of super-expensive and exclusive river side flats, the kids filming a music video framing the shot to pretend a yacht in the background belongs to their rapper.

381. Have a show in you house.

In a Breakfast Club session, artist Laura Delaney noted the volume and traffic of sea trade in the 21st century is often underestimated, sometimes assumed to be the delivery method of a past age; Hull, a multi-faceted project by Delaney and Danae Valenza, illuminated the currency of this transport system. The Mission to Seafarers, a lively bustling support centre for sailors across the world, was the inspiration and focal point of the duo’s research. A series of installations and publications were developed which brought attention to the overlooked space while not disrupting its day-to-day usage; allowing the touristic festival audience to temporarily co-occupy a space functioning to allow recuperation and reflection. A stand-out installation featured melting spheres of ice dripping on to cymbals placed in oil drums which resonated in the cavernous space; another included a loop of archival film screened in an under-the-floorboards storage space, which gave the sense of being beneath the deck. The idiosyncratic architecture of The Mission to Seafarers, reminiscent of a renaissance monastery, was given ample space to become an element of Hull in its own right. This immersion in the archival and field of history was equally manifest in the audio tour, Goodbye, Csirac by Zoe Meagher. CSIRAC (1949), is one of a handful of first generation computers, was built in Australia and now resides in Melbourne Museum, the site for the tour. The controlled mellow tone of the voice running through the headphones evokes a legion of sci-fi passive-aggressive androids and computers perfectly suiting the text which is set (and therefore so are we) in a retro future looking nostalgically back to our current time and beyond. Parodying the traditionally pedagogical tone of the museum audio guide we sauntered through millennia: glancing by pterodactyls, interactive panels charting the evolution of the earth’s tectonic plates, animatronic dinosaurs, tropical greenhouses and early trams, this became intensely anachronistic experience; in moments reminiscent of the closing scene of Kubrick’s 2001

Bingo Unit by the artist group Team Mess, offer a different reality for us to toy with. Kicking off with a film of the slick but comedic opening credits for their fictional TV cop drama. . .their participatory installation parodies the generic tropes of this kind of show; the late-night wisecracking and bickering between officers, the forensic rigmarole on discovering the body, the interrogation scene, the revelations at the funeral, the nail biting court room climax… most of which involves us, the audience. Encouraged to roam around a series of ‘stations’, we are in an expanded film set, or a tourist-trap Warner Brothers back-lot tour. Monitors show pre-recorded scenes. Each scene has been filmed numerous times with different volunteer local cast members, which are then played on loop’ Much of the charm lies in the spotting of various local ‘faces’ that have been roped in. Elsewhere we can directly interact; kicking down a locked door while holding a gun and aiming it dramatically at a suspect, being invited to take part in an identity parade, interrogating one of the company in a claustrophobic room with a Perspex panel (through which the spectating audience could peer). The surprise cameo of a TV celebrity as judge for the obligatory courtroom finale was the culmination of an engrossing, immersive promenade work. . . Oh, did I mention the donuts and coffee’ It was a witty touch that made me feel like a real TV cop.

98. ‘Communicate without words for a day.’

Bone Library by Sarah Jane Norman is a vast and open-ended project. She has set out to engrave a complete dictionary of Indigenous Australian languages classified as “extinct”, on to the prepared bones of sheep and beef cattle. The City State Library was a judicious setting for the work. Winding through shelves of English language novels, made the transition to a stark room, walled ceiling-to-floor with broad strips of translucent plastic all the more compelling. A forensic lab, quarantined space, archeological dig or even abattoir was evoked. This was heightened by the distinctive smell of burning bone as it was scored with words. In a Breakfast Club discussion Sarah Jane Norman explained the project’s site-sensitivity and her personal investment in the preservation of Aboriginal languages, pointing out that Melbourne itself was Wurundjeri Land and this would therefore partly determine the words of which languages groups were inscribed while she was here. In foregrounding her own Aboriginal heritage, we are able to appreciate how she conflates her personal narrative with more institutional modes, procedures and aesthetics; the labeled cards, the grid as spatial arrangement, the museological and serial and categorical display of content. . . and in doing so avoids the self-erasure often implicit in self-institutionalizing gestures. Significantly, on the final day of this stage of the project attendees were invited to take temporary guardianship of a bone, till such a moment they are recalled. There are intriguing overlaps with Susan Hiller’s film exploring similar territory, The Last Silent Movie The Last Silent Movie, 2008, in which various extinct and endangered languages are recited to a black screen with white subtitles. However, the liveness of Bone Library as an installation, the active, participatory, custodial role an attendee is invited to engage with, directly implores us to perceive all languages as part of a share global heritage that we are collectively responsible for.

The slipperiness of documentation and the authorship so often latent in any act of recording is a central concern of Monte Masi; an artist who’s symbiotic practice ‘deploys humour and self-parody to point towards issues regarding the production, dissemination and perception of contemporary art’(Masi’s website). In Next Wave, his performance work Give Us A Look took the form of documentation of his dialogue with other Next Wave artists about their work. As the festival progressed videos of the previous days’ interactions were edited and presented in Dear Patti Smith, the project space shared with Creo Nova. The apparent self-effacing logic of this work is knowingly and wittily undermined by Masi’s presence in the films themselves, like a celebrity commentator, his ubiquity both in the videos and at the festival shows itself, allowed him to be ‘camouflaged’ through the very fact he was such a fixture.

While the prominent generousity of his project knowingly calls into question the motives of any charitable act, he fully embraced the functional aspect of his self-set task, generating a platform for artists to talk unselfconsciously about their work and his own archive in the process.

Without disrupting the Next Wave’s mechanisms, Give Us A Look, interrogates how and when artists are given voices, beyond the presence of their work, in such festivals and biennials. This commission strikes me as self-interrogatory gesture on the part of the festival, willingly opening themselves up to critique. While Massi fulfils Nam June Paik’s suggestion ‘an artist should always bite the hand that feeds him - but not too hard.’

470. Howl to the full moon holding some rose quartz.

The questioning of theatre’s structures, conventions and the audience itself was brazenly insisted upon by Atlanta Eke in her divisive, dance-theatre work Monster Body. From the offset, tension and intrigue were raised, we entered the auditorium as her naked figure in a party reptile mask hoola-hoops on and on. Extreme yelps and guttural noises followed, morphing into half-formed-words, as she crawled on all fours, pop music blasted, she parodied commercial model poses, undermining them with on stage urination, by the end of this visceral cascade of images, she had chewed, spat or pissed out mangled tropes of many a music video or ‘lads’ mag. In doing so she evoked a legion and legacy of solo female live artists as far raging as Grace Surman and Ann Liv Young

19. Make things from scratch - put it all together from the very start with your own hands, no shortcuts.

Next Wave is supporting of emerging curators and hosted several exhibitions put together by various, often-collaborative duos. They included Bellowing Echoes curated by Marcel Cooper and Bronwyn Bailey-Charteris at the highly regarded non-for-profit gallery Gertude Contemporary. Taking inspiration from the utopic aspirations of ill-fated George Arden, this group show elegantly drew together a series of works that collectively traced various impacts of globalization, notably the regurgitation of images in unexpected contexts and the politics of looking itself especially through the lens of anthropology and ethnography. (Featured artists were Jess Johnson, Anna Kristensen, Tessa Zettel and Karl Khoe, The Slow Art Collective, and Marcin Wojcik.) Like Goodbye CSIRAC, Bone Library and Hull, neglected or peripheral histories have been temporarily shifted and repositioned as a focal narrative.

35. Pre-empt everything with the roar of the Metro Goldwyn Mayer lion.